gin_tonic (gin_tonic) wrote in snape_potter, @ 2012-08-01 10:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic, gin_tonic, rating: pg-13, summer of snarry |
Summer of Snarry: Fic: Gold in the Air
Challenge: Summer of Snarry
Title: Gold in the Air
Author: gin_tonic
Other pairings/threesome: very brief mention of Harry/Ginny
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 5,000
Content/Warning(s): (highlight for spoilers) *none*
Summary: Severus has finally built up a comfortable life and his content to spend his days brewing and drinking tea (and the occasional brandy). Naturally, fate has different plans with him.
A/N: Many, many thanks go to roozetter for beta-reading this (especially because it was on short notice). ♥ ♥ ♥
Two years after the war, Severus had finally built up a comfortable life. No pesky students, a business that was based on owl-deliveries that allowed him to have little to no customer interaction, and a cottage near the sea to offer the maximum of tranquillity. Life, finally, was good.
Spring had come and gone with much rain and had given way to summer – a season Severus would have liked to skip for more moderate temperatures. A cooling charm in place, short-lived as it was, Severus made his way into town to buy that week's necessities. Tea, shortbread biscuits, some vegetables and maybe even a good piece of beef were on his list.
The town was swamped with tourists – an unavoidable evil during these months. Severus counted himself lucky not to live in Ryde, which was even more popular with those red-skinned, sun-crazed fools. Sidestepping a fellow of that sort, who had already started drinking a good long while ago, he walked into a small grocery story. Tesco's had not yet managed to take this one over and he hoped it would stay that way.
Severus followed strict patterns when he went to a shop. In this one, he started near the bread and liquor, and then moved over to the dairy products and basic groceries such as flour and noodles. He saved vegetables and fruit for last before moving to the cashier. Today, though, a tourist blocked his access to the milk and had to be snarled out of the way, before Severus – already at the end of his patience – spotted a mop of hair near the cucumbers that made his cheek twitch. Potter.
"You have ten seconds to explain what you are doing here and how you found me before I hex your bits off." Severus took pleasure in Potter dropping his cucumber and the fact that Potter even let out a shriek as he whirled around was incredibly satisfying. Miraculously, there was no wand pointed at Severus. How the blasted boy had ever survived the war was a puzzle to Severus.
"Snape!"
"So you haven't forgotten my name. I am thrilled. And your ten seconds are up."
"Wait. What?"
Severus moved around him and started looking at the vegetables that were on offer. Maybe Potter would just give up if Severus ignored him. It worked with cats, after all.
"Professor, I –"
Severus lifted a tomato and gently squeezed it. Technically, it was not a vegetable, but the owner still put them beneath the 'Vegetables' sign, no matter how many times Severus protested.
"I didn't know you'd be here, Professor, I swear. I just came here to relax. Hermione and Ginny kind of made me, to be honest. Said we should take a time out – but I wanted to be alone for once. I mean, in the last couple of years I shared a tiny tent and an overcrowded dorm with other people and the room-sharing wouldn't stop if I went away with Ginny, Ron and Hermione, or if I stayed at the Weasleys'. So I just picked a town at the beach – well, Ginny picked it, said it was nice here – and booked a room in a hotel."
Potter was babbling – no surprise there – but he didn't seem to notice Severus' subtle signs to leave him the bloody fuck alone. Left with no choice but to engage again, Severus turned his head, sent his best glare at Potter and snarled: "Bugger off, Potter." And with that, he left.